Yes, she lost a little pink mitten. It was one half of her favorite pair…and it was pink!

My grand-daughter, who is 2, loves her mittens, but she has a thing about taking them off. One day, as she sat in her car seat, we were talking to her, while we stood by the open door. We were in the drive-way at home, and she was showing off her mittens to us. Then, later, after we got to the store we were going to, it was missing. We asked her where it was, and she said she dropped it on the ground. But, she wasn’t out of the car to drop it on the ground at all, unless it was dropped while we were talking to her earlier.

So, after getting back home we looked all over in the car, and it wasn’t there. It was not in the driveway. It wasn’t anywhere. The little pink mitten is still missing to this day.

Very strange…Maybe someday it will somehow reappear from wherever it has been all this time. Do you think so? 🙂

Today is the last day of the Daily Post, Writing: 201, Poetry, course from Blogging U. It has been lots of fun, and I have learned a lot about writing poems. I’m glad I signed up to do this, and will continue to write and learn more. Thank you to all who have visited here, enjoyed reading, and left comments. I appreciate your support. 🙂 …

The assignment for today was to write a sonnet, about the future, and using chiasmus (key-AHS-mus) which is taking a few words written one way, then reversing it. I tried my best to do the sonnet, but found it to be a bit difficult. There were so many things to remember that go into one! A bit unorthodox, I know, but I have this in two parts…and, I’m sure this broke down into a somewhat free verse, but hope you enjoy it!

Today’s assignment from Daily Post, Writing 201: Poetry, was to use found poetry, a landscape, and enumeratio. Found poetry are words found in other places, such as books, magazines, magnetic poetry tiles, or anywhere. You put them together to form your own poem. Enumeratio is a listing of several ideas, or things. I had trouble finding words in other places…well, I found words, but then tried to take a picture of them, which didn’t work…they wouldn’t show up in the picture very good. So, instead, here’s a picture I took of a beautiful sunrise, a while back.

Today’s poem assignment from the Daily Post, Writing 201: Poetry, is called Prose Poetry, using the repeated vowel sounds of assonance, and the word to incorporate was fingers.

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ICY FINGERS

Have you seen water be weird, while freezing? Wee little waves, like fingers reaching up out of the tiny sea, entering my heart with fear. Entities evolving, ethereally…eternally reacting…reacting to their reality. Weaving each little fingertip into eerie shapes. Briefly being created, before returning to water, grieving as they melt. We truly believe we’re relieved.

Today’s poem assignment from Daily Post, Writing 201: Poetry, we were given these elements to use…A Ballad, a hero/heroine, and using anaphora or epistrophe (the repetition of words at the beginning or ending of the poem, on more than one line)…

To me, this was a bit difficult at first, trying to merge all three into one poem. After researching how to do a ballad, I found they usually have a certain sound to them, as in a beat you stress a word on, and a way to do the rhyme scheme, also.

It got a bit easier, after doing some rearranging of the lines, and a lot of counting and stressing words out loud. It seemed like a math problem at first, and I am not good at numbers, at all.

Then there was the part of hero/heroine…I don’t really know of any, so mine is just a general fits all type. In the end it tends to sound like a mushy greeting card sentiment! Maybe that is what a ballad is, like in musical power ballads…a mushy love song? I don’t know, but here is what I came up with…Enjoy!

Today’s suggestion from the Daily Post, Writing 201: Poetry, was to share a favorite poet’s poem.

A favorite poet of mine is Edgar Allan Poe (American author and poet,1809-1849) As far back as middle school, when I wrote an essay about his life, I’ve been fascinated by all his work. Most everyone’s heard of the ‘Raven’, which I love, but there were many more, that evoke a darkness…a mysterious feeling.

A DREAM

In visions of the dark night

I have dreamed of joy departed;

But a waking dream of life and light

Hath left me broken-hearted.

Ah! What is not a dream by day

To him whose eyes are cast

On things around him, with a ray

turned back upon the past?

That holy dream, that holy dream,

While all the world was chiding,

Hath cheered me as a lovely beam,

A lonely spirit guiding.

What though that light, thro’ storm and night,

So trembled from afar–what could there be more

In Truth’s star purely bright

Day-Star?

~Edgar Allan Poe

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Another poet I’ve been interested in reading about his life and work, is Oscar Wilde (Irish writer and poet…1854-1900). He led a very controversial lifestyle, and was even imprisoned for 2 years because of it. This is either a poem or quote that reads as a poem, and I couldn’t find a title for it, but I love the words.

UNTITLED?

Run your fingers through my soul.

For once, just once,

Feel exactly what I feel,

Believe what I believe,

Perceive as I perceive,

Look, experience, examine,

And for once…just once…

Understand

~Oscar Wilde

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These next poets, I have found through social media, and write some of today’s best poems (my opinion)…

Hi, again! Today is the 5th day of writing poems for the Daily Post, Writing 201: Poetry course. Suggested to try, was the Concrete Poem, the enjambment, and an animal …

Well, I couldn’t figure out how to do the Concrete shape (a poem written so that it forms a shape of something), so just went with the poem form of enjambment, which means to continue a sentence or thought onto the next line, and the animal part was easy.

However, here is a picture of a Tiger, that I painted a long time ago! 🙂

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TIGER

In misty dreams you

Came to me

When I was only two or three.

A forest dark, and deep, and

Green, I wondered what my dreams

Could mean. You were my friend, my

Spirit kin…a guardian without, within…

I was born into your year, your Tiger Spirit

Always near. Magnificent eyes, shining bright, I

Weep at what now is your plight; endangered in this

Cruel world…victim of the weapons hurled. If only we could

Be at peace…return to dreams without surcease, to that mystery

Forest, in the night, we could try to make it right. I know that you will